Event Artwork

When Tarantula had told her that they were going to a carnival, she had no clue what to expect. She had never heard of such a thing, but her adoptive father had assured her it was somewhere dinosaurs had often gone for fun. The young Iguanodon skipped up the hill, tossing her head over her shoulder to look back at Tarantula for reassurance. “It’s so far away. . .” She whined out in one long exaspe...

Yunnan was out on her own this time. She had offered to patrol the Scrubland territory at the break of dawn, since Cloud wasn’t feeling too well. She didn’t mind it though - she was itching to get out and see some new scenery anyways. She paused on a decently sized protruding rock, her vibrant, electrify yellow eyes piercing the nearly endless field around her.   She didn’t see anything unusual yet - the scrubs shif...

Kaiwi let out a long breath around the fur in his mouth as he finally felt the cow stop kicking. They were always a difficult hunt solo, but the meat was more than worth it. He let the neck drop to the ground and rolled his jaw, shaking the stiffness from it after locking down for so long. He was about to slash open the gut with his claws when a loud voice interrupted him and set his feathers on edge. "Hey there, budd...

A trio of fliers rest on the wing of a suspended plane, watching the noise and movement below.  The largest, a brown and tan tropeognathus named Morrow, tilts her head.  “I’d kind of like to try that apple bobbing game,” she comments. “We’re here to report, not for fun,” Alula, the gray and red tapejara, corrects.  “Bird’s eye view, remember?” “We’v...

With the tickets from the plane ring toss, Cassidy hurried over to the stands and bought two brightly coloured drinks for herself and Kaiwi for them to sip on while exploring the rest of the festival. "What the hell is this?" Kaiwi wrinkled his nose, his claws holding the plastic cup gingerly like he was afraid to get it on his feathers. "No clue, thought it would be fun to...

The chatter of the carnival slowly faded as his stout legs carried him through the snow. The clashing of various voices, from the youngest hatchling to the oldest elder, gradually became nothing more than the slightest ambient noise, only noticed if he truly paused to listen. Soft clouds collected at his nostrils as he breathed, and the chill of winter pinched the male’s hide. As much as he enjoyed the free food, socialization, and showing off… Turbo was use...